Its Gods gift to the lost and needy Rich and greedy, pulsing ragged tide Its Gods gift to all his young Whoa-oh-oh-oh, to the cool and the certified Its Gods gift to the kings and generals Young men in tickertape uniforms Oh-oh-oh-oh, they come with tongues of fire Praying for the victory Wrap it up, take it away Its Gods gift to the armies of the world The sheiks of the sword and the Mafioso death cord Its Gods gift to the head-hunting girls Keepers of the final flame, hey Its Gods gift to the metal toi To the mob to the boys of the Ninja death squad Oh, now theres no talk back Go, go, Ronnie, go Detonate, blow us away Oh, no, no, no, no, not me Cant you understand, I said Ive had a hard day Digging my head in the sand I said ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh I said ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Its God gift to the opium tongues To the spitfire sons in shooting star machines Its Gods gift to the reds to the blues To the blacks and the whites To the oranges and the greens And all for nothing All for nothing All for nothing All for nothing Huh! Its Gods gift to the lost and needy To the rich and greedy, the pulsing ragged tide Its Gods gift to all his young To the cool and the certified Its Gods gift to the kings and generals Young men in tickertape uniforms They come with tongues of fire Praying for the victory Wrap it up, take it away Wrap it up, take it away External linksNominate as Song of the Day
Posted on: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 13:10:42 +0000
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